"Are we there yet?" Fifteen minutes into our journey, Toby asks his first dumb question. I knew it was bound to come sooner or later. Prior to this, he hasn't been able to keep his mouth shut more than five. I guess it's sort of a record for him.
"Get out," I state bluntly, trying to keep a straight face. When he doesn't respond, I add, "I'm not kidding."
"We're going 65 miles an hour down a highway in the middle of nowhere."
"Did I stutter?"
"Wait you're serious?" At this point, he actually sounds convinced.
"No, dummy. Just shut up, okay?" I can't see his facial expression because the mirror is pointed towards Peyton. She sees me looking back, smiles and waves. I take a hand off the wheel and wave back.
It seems like we've been driving forever when I see a road sign. It reads "Exit
